Thursday, August 25, 2016

Her ballet slippers and what do you suppose someone is doing with them unless they have feet the size of Anna Pavlova feet that can’t dance in them and if they loved them enough to steal them and even if they fit nice and snug they probably aren’t dancing with them anyway they love them too much

Anna Pavlova’s ballet slippers are in a dusty old shoe box somewhere saying Lo I am Anna Pavlova’s ballet slippers! which you can’t hear because of shoe tinny voices but they keep saying it anyway they hope something will come of it and they will dance

Unlikely. meanwhile, her regular slippers are under the bed, and the TV is on. At first it’s a commercial for cheese snacks, and then a ride in the country in a Chevy, and then It’s some evangelist telling us we must pray to God or you just can’t imagine the awful you just can’t imagine

Said that we don’t travel in a circular method, but in a spiral, like a corkscrew, like a corkscrew! Which means that you go from a high place to a low place swirling, then embedded in a tree from Portugal temporarily, until we feel the force of the ages upon us and the sweet perfect aromas of cedar and mint and plum and cassis or maybe honeysuckle and kiwi and melon and gooseberry which you are quite near for a moment but only for a moment, and then all that one might find in a garbage can: eggs, corned beef hash, watermelon rinds, chicken fat, cigarette butts, periodicals that were never read and next there is the quiet, the lack of any real conversation and then jarring, and tumbling, and travel: who knows where we are going now? Who knows? But it’s very exciting!